99 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry

1 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from Thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin; Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide Thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without Thy light, Cast out and banished from Thy sight; Thy holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 5 O may Thy love inspire my tongue; Salvation shall be all my song, And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness.